This is a song about "Evidence"

Early adapters agree they all late

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Like drinking the evidence.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

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

Rhythm flows straight through my blood, and see that rhythm be spread evidence,

We just wipe away the evidence

Yeah months in every night she's in tears