This is a song about "Evidence"

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

We just wipe away the evidence

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Like drinking the evidence.

Been spending most our lives

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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