This is a song about "Blame"

But now invisible cells around your brain

Taking me away so i can change. now whose to blame,

Don't fuck around and make it true

// [who can really blame you?]

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

No one left alive is sure where to point the blame,

When you go downhill that's what they blame.

And i put that on my name

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Because your poor and there's no one else to blame

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Ur body lookin fo someone to blame

But i can't really blame them,

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Kill a nigga quick its not me to blame

I say i’m wrong, you say come again