This is a song about "Excuse"

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the way you always seem to have an excuse,

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Shit with our whole family

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

It's that day, excuse to abuse, no rules, lit fuse, fools

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

So ima end it this shit with a cut god excuse this