This is a song about "Blame it on shayn"

When you go downhill that's what they blame.

Through all the rain and the pain

// [who can really blame you?]

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Blame it on me like a bully, but i need a way maturely to say through the fury

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Then to try to chase these men

But i can't really blame them,

// [who can really blame you?]

Straight bad bitches i run, through

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

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

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years