This is a song about "Excuse"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And i dont want an excuse

And the way you always seem to have an excuse,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

But please excuse my language

When my competition ain't much

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

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

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Times in this crime land, my thug nation