This is a song about "All about that girl"

Yo girl was all on me

Looking at your money

Why yap about money, and all that

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

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

And he, what's his name, earl

You get paid for that girl

Im not all about that fake shit

I put the nigga in his casket

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

When that money calls i holla back

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I'm all about that original-ism you, should already know that