This is a song about "Blame"

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

Knowing theres consequences but cant deal with the blame?

Stuck in this game

Being broke is to blame

I thought i recognized her

And the blame somehow or another,

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Cause when i make this stew

// [who can really blame you?]

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

When you go downhill that's what they blame.

// [who can really blame you?]

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Never let the game play youand for the fame

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