This is a song about "Bullet proof vest"

The body count is the physical proof

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

When they hear me rocking the groove

Im trash cuz im white i dont need proof

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Don’t believe me? look at l, pac, big, and proof,

Second i give into proof,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

S on my chest like a superman vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga