This is a song about "Evidence"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

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

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

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

Like drinking the evidence.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Time to hide the evidence and clear the footprints time to be ghostly

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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