This is a song about "Excuse"

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

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

So y'all can cope n' touch

But please excuse my language

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

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

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips