This is a song about "Blame not been poor"

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

When you lose control im not the one to blame,

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

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

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

And blame us when we defend the poor, accused of arrogance,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Riding around without a fuck given

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Had i not been exposed to these things i'd be on a