This is a song about "I m white so blame it on me"

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

Your man wale in his own damn lane

It was me to put to blame

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

So let me tell you about this guy

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm not white i fake it.. accept it, you can't faze me, you're a problem i face daily

I did it... its on me...

Bitch, they call it motor city