This is a song about "Excuse"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

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

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

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

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

You can search but you'll never find

Sorry excuse my mind