This is a song about "Excuses shit"

What you wrote doesn't mean shit

It's all good, finna dog that

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

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

I'mma sign that work and release that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

This rap was pretty shit,

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

No excuses, i'll keep on pursuing till i lose

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Razor grips, laser spit

I searched but couldnt see shit

Give me it holy shit

Bet i'm heavy with that

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit