This is a song about "Blame it on the bitches"

I don't blame you grandma, it was the right choice, so that's where i end this stanza.

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Why is it when i play the blame game

Never let the game play youand for the fame

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

It was me to put to blame

My buzz is like cocaine

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

So it ain't fair for me to throw blame

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine