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

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

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

Here i go again, falling in love again

I take it away from you, but your not to blame

So it ain't fair for me to throw blame

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

It was me to put to blame

You're not usin' your brain

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

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