This is a song about "Evidence"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Any evidence for the police to find

Murder by stand your ground, pounded 'em, there's evidence,

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

When you say i suck its just more evidence

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

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,