This is a song about "Blaming others"

L o u d air i breathe

He proclaims to others with grief

But keep others hurting

What up girl, tell me how you been

Others hide behind lies

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

And violence towards others

Better yet they work my every nerve

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

To get beside the others snickering

Blaming herself for how it was

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers