This is a song about "Excuse"

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

You know i want a piece of that pie

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Better excuse his immaturity, the kid never grew

"excuse me sir what can i do for you?"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue