This is a song about "Excuse"

Had i not been exposed to these things

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And i dont want an excuse

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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