This is a song about "Blame it on love"

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Love it when ya show me love

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Lust on my mind was non-existent it was only love that existed

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

Whatever i spit, you love it,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

Call it love or call it gravitational attraction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans