This is a song about "Pardon"

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

U better start dancin/ got u hard glancin/pardon my repertoire

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I really not scared of nobody, darkc,pardon me,orders dont bark at me,

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Pardon me i have an arsenal of artistry articulating and slaughtering