This is a song about "Evidence"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

We just wipe away the evidence

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

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

When you say i suck its just more evidence

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

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

Like drinking the evidence.

I never fit in with them light skins

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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