This is a song about "Blame s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

I need a backyard full court size

It´s the battle of life

Wolf gang, triple six crew

// [who can really blame you?]

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

I got 800 invisible men

But i can't really blame them,

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people