This is a song about "Excuse"

Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose proof so you use

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Better excuse his immaturity, the kid never grew

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

And the way you always seem to have an excuse,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

So excuse our mischievous dissonance

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears