This is a song about "Blame s"

The boa know they loving the crew

// [who can really blame you?]

I ain't happy with the score

That you can blame me for

And the blame somehow or another,

Huh, i can't interpret her

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

S on my chest like a superman vest

If only i could go back into the 80’s

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

// [who can really blame you?]

Swear i'm trying to get through

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though