This is a song about "Blame it on shayn"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

But i can't really blame them,

Man it goes on and on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Blame it on brandies, make me hate these pansies

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I call em up, they might fall through

// [who can really blame you?]

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And my niggas all the same

Being broke is to blame

Came to a nickel of weed, and i blame it on her menstrual

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Niggas that guided me through

// [who can really blame you?]