This is a song about "Excuse"

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

People be goin' like "let me through man excuse you"

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Better excuse his immaturity, the kid never grew

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips