This is a song about "Excuse me me"

Illusions distract me

We like to party

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

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

Let me cash you out , here hold this

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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