This is a song about "Evidence"

Like drinking the evidence.

The jiggas and the tips

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

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

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Here i go again, falling in love again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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

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

We just wipe away the evidence

So here i am at the store for some chips

Any evidence for the police to find

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind