This is a song about "All about that bass"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

All that talk about change, and shit still remains the same

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

That shit is real crass, somebody drop the bass cuz i am about to kik there ass

Thot it was about me all about me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

It's about conquerin' all of the thoughts that offer only qualms

Cause after all there's that mercy i talked about inside

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

So that we can be queens cleans out the doubt so they could shout all about

Bitch you should see my wallet

Im not all about that fake shit

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

That she really only loved talking about all the men she used to bone