This is a song about "Evidence"

They bringing me fish and chips

We just wipe away the evidence

Like drinking the evidence.

While scheming on hits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Obama's now elected, he's done nothing, when there's evidence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My cred represents for my neighborhood, it's spread evidence,

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips