This is a song about "Blame"

When i get to warwick avenue

// [who can really blame you?]

Being broke is to blame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

And word i blew off herb i grew

// [who can really blame you?]

I believe i am to blame

So much to say a scrabble game

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Stay/ they released a monster in pain / and the systems to blame.

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Fuck akon im not sorry so dont give me the blame

Ur body lookin fo someone to blame

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain