This is a song about "Blame"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Fuck akon im not sorry so dont give me the blame

// [who can really blame you?]

The boa know they loving the crew

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Taking me away so i can change. now whose to blame,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I didn't capitalize your name, you're the one to blame

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Kill a nigga quick its not me to blame

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain