This is a song about "Evidence"

When you say i suck its just more evidence

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Like drinking the evidence.

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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