This is a song about "Excuse"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

And please excuse my language

I feel they praisin too much

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And i dont want an excuse