This is a song about "Blame not been poor"

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

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

Here i go again, falling in love again

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

So i took another shot

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,