American Decomposition in A Flat Minor

You ain't about it
I'm all about it

I'm all about it like fuck your name, fuck your place
Fuck where you come from, fuck your taste
Your daddy never liked you anyway

You ain't about it
Like you're working nine to five, and you got your job
You think you're really hot, you're really not

I'm all about it like standing outside
For 40 days and 40 nights tryna get live

You're all about it
Like standing in line, you said your satisfied
You’re not, you all lie

You ain't about it
I'm all about it

I'm all about it like a gun to my head
Playing someone in roulette, everything I wanna get
You ain't about it, like you shower every day
And care about what people say, and answer how you are with “great”
I'm all about it, I told Eve shut the fuck up
Then I banged that stupid dumb slut
Now my seed is all up in the world
Snake in the grass and a bird in the bush
I got a half empty glass but my flask is mad full
I don't know what I've been told
And I've been told a lot of things
Taking breaks for cigarettes and sacrificial offerings
Atheists and born agains
I don't like you or your friends
No I don't, this ain't pretend
I said I'm talking to whores and prudes alike
Whatever you feel like tonight, 'cause...
I've been with angels
I've been with bitches
You know what?
I can't tell the difference!

You ain't about it
I'm all about it