This is a song about "Excuse"

But please excuse my language

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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

And please excuse my language

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

"excuse me sir what can i do for you?"

Sorry excuse my mind

From the womb, my newborn child