This is a song about "Excuse"

When i get to warwick avenue

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Excuse the mood, i'm used to agony...

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

And please excuse my language

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi

I shine like something in the sky

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues