This is a song about "Blamed for war"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Munchies, i blamed soda or something that i ate.

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Then lost my faith again

It was claimed she blamed her pain,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

The things you crave are no longer escapes

Never blamed for stupid mistakes/

Trying to maintain in this war

And slid back north of course to pen more

I want more war, not for, violence to cease,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

Because of you we are overly dedicated

If you do that then i won't be blamed for what they did