This is a song about "Excel"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Just not enough to start to really excel,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Like a christian on a mission because i just excel,

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care