This is a song about "Blame"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Because your poor and there's no one else to blame

He only knows his masturbation, can't bear no blame

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

// [who can really blame you?]

What preceded was the clue

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

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

I'm growing older now and i guess i'm the one to blame

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

When the niggas do crime, we the rest to blame,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Knowing theres consequences but cant deal with the blame?

Army stance, ready for war

That you can blame me for