This is a song about "Excuses"

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

That continues while there's argues about the excuses they can make

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

You profusely make excuses to think away

That continues while there's argues about the excuses they can make

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

You coward, no excuses don't say a word

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

You were too elusive and kept on making excuses

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years