This is a song about "Excuse"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Better excuse his immaturity, the kid never grew

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

But please excuse my language

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi