This is a song about "Blame"

Now that's what you call a game

I believe i am to blame

It was me to put to blame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

You just got smacked down, theres only you to blame,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Kill a nigga quick its not me to blame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

No one left alive is sure where to point the blame,

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

That you can blame me for

As soon as i walk in the door