This is a song about "Evidence"

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

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears