This is a song about "Evidence"

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

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

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

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,