This is a song about "Blame it on shayn"

It was me to put to blame

Well rick james, maury jane

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

That you can blame me for

Keep coming back for more

But everyone's throwing the blame on the made man gunner.

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

But i can't really blame them,

Then lost her faith again

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

On main/ makes me so agngry how a little girl was the blame/

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

I believe i am to blame