This is a song about "Excel"

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Like a christian on a mission because i just excel,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Just not enough to start to really excel,

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

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

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

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,