This is a song about "Blame not been poor"

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Life has been lost whether i like it or not

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Nas told me life's a bitch

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Kill a nigga quick its not me to blame

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne