This is a song about "Excuse"

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

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

Excuse me i got better manners,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

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

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

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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'

I compliment you with your conversation