This is a song about "Evidence"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Like drinking the evidence.

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

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things