This is a song about "Blame"

And word i blew off herb i grew

// [who can really blame you?]

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Fuck akon im not sorry so dont give me the blame

I didn't capitalize your name, you're the one to blame

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

When you go downhill that's what they blame.

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

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

// [who can really blame you?]

What preceded was the clue

// [who can really blame you?]