This is a song about "All about that girl"

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Yo girl was all on me

Hopin' that my niggas see

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

That fuckin all these motherfuckin fuckin people know about me

And broke niggas make me hesitant. im all about that green like a mexican that

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

All that tough talk, nigga we all know you ain't about shit

And he, what's his name, earl

You get paid for that girl

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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