This is a song about "Excuse me me"

They gotta point em out baby

Illusions distract me

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Forever remain a cunt/ excuse me if i become a bit tooo blunt/

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

And please excuse my language

My mama smoked so god damn much

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

No excuse for your actions, it was you who made me do this

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty