This is a song about "Aquinas argument"

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

Gotta be something for me write this

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Murder by stand your ground, pounded 'em, there's evidence,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Cause now you got me hopped up on that