This is a song about "Blame"

Kill a nigga quick its not me to blame

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Deny what? deny that they are the ones to blame

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

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

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

Stay/ they released a monster in pain / and the systems to blame.

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

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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

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

She gonna dance when that molly through

// [who can really blame you?]