This is a song about "Excuse"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

And i dont want an excuse

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

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

But please excuse my language

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Excuse me i got better manners,

Sorry excuse my mind

Jimmy back me, child

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

And please excuse my language

I feel they praisin too much