This is a song about "Bullet proof vest"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Nobody's perfect, fuck, i'm the living proof,

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I ain't from the west but i still pack a teflon vest

With women with issues

Second i give into proof,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Im trash cuz im white i dont need proof

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Im proof of them man. (x2)

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

Cindy is still looking for some proof

Proof that's not enough reason

So keep fronting till my peeps come