This is a song about "Evidence"

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

That going through some things

Like drinking the evidence.

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Rhythm flows straight through my blood, and see that rhythm be spread evidence,

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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