This is a song about "Excuse me"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

I feel they praisin too much

And please excuse my language

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Ah chew,excuse me allergic to the bullshit go cry in the corner boo hoo

Excuse me i got better manners,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Better excuse his immaturity, the kid never grew

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

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

Excuse the mood, i'm used to agony...

They giving pounds and that before get the money