This is a song about "Excuses"

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

You profusely make excuses to think away

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

So save your excuses

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

You were too elusive and kept on making excuses

Old school , og , chicano sound/ / cruzin to the 602 , holdin it down bird city knows

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

Excuses he can't ever form.

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm