This is a song about "My fault"

Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

One was my father, i didnt bother to cry, it was his fault it was his wish to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

It was my fault in the end,so don't take any guilt

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Is it my fault that in every bar you can find passion?fuck stuck amok? damn dawg you suck

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

It's not my fault you decided to bring these demons out,