This is a song about "Blame"

Deny what? deny that they are the ones to blame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

That you can blame me for

Turn it up a little more

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

Just too much to handle, with no one to blame

Why we gotta argue

// [who can really blame you?]

I believe i am to blame

It's been nothing but pain

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And the blame somehow or another,