This is a song about "Evidence"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

We just wipe away the evidence

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

Any evidence for the police to find

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

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

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape