This is a song about "Evidence"

Well know you got the shit in words, look at evidence,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

To evidence, those presidents in office know we'll never die,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

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

Time to hide the evidence and clear the footprints time to be ghostly