This is a song about "Excel"

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Just not enough to start to really excel,

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Like a christian on a mission because i just excel,

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

My structure in these raps is aimin straight to excel

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