This is a song about "Excel"

Hit the instrumental quick, just to show you i excel it

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Wave farewell to the infidels, excel out of his shell then yell citadel

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Like a christian on a mission because i just excel,

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Just not enough to start to really excel,

Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep