This is a song about "Excuse"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

When you ain't got no education

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

And please excuse my language

So y'all can cope n' touch

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

It's that day, excuse to abuse, no rules, lit fuse, fools

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

And i be talking about me, i do this

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,