This is a song about "Evidence"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

We just wipe away the evidence

I can taste the salt from my tears

Obama's now elected, he's done nothing, when there's evidence,

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