This is a song about "Being blamed on"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Remember being on the corner like a fuckin' fiend

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Come on tell me why quit being that guy,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Munchies, i blamed soda or something that i ate.

I let this one burst of gas kill 11 million people.... blamed it on hitler,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for