This is a song about "Excuse"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

So ima end it this shit with a cut god excuse this

Excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running,

You know that love is a very serious thing

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose proof so you use

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And the way you always seem to have an excuse,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Sorry excuse my mind

For that paper, i'mma grind