This is a song about "Excuse my names xavier"

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

And i could see you coming home after work late

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

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

I just want somebody i can see

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

Sorry excuse my mind

As: they will be so surprised

And i dont want an excuse

Its cold as shit in this booth