This is a song about "Pardon"

But in palmin these nuts so pardon me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

With a stim to take, pardon me, as i eviserate with a fist of blades

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

You say you don't give a care, i say "i beg your pardon?"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

And oughta be, in every artery, so pardon me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Pardon me miss, can you blow me a kiss?

Pardon me, the scar from heat, that he couldnt perform

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb