This is a song about "Excuse me my name aya"

And please excuse my language

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

People hate me, criticize, my name is just a gimmick now,

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

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

So you finally got the nerve

Excuse me i got better manners,

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

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Let me explain understand my name,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim