This is a song about "Blame"

Ur body lookin fo someone to blame

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

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

// [who can really blame you?]

South beach fountain blue

When you lose control im not the one to blame,

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

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

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