This is a song about "Evidence"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree