This is a song about "No excuses"

Slapping labels on foreheads and recording excuses in tables

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

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

You were too elusive and kept on making excuses

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

No affiliation

One time give it up for him

Through thick and thin

No affiliation

Excuse me miss i’m not making excuses

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

No failed romances, no second glances,

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis