This is a song about "Evidence"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Like drinking the evidence.

That going through some things

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Its no secret that you seek dick, you go and choke on tic tac sized dicks,

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

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

When you say i suck its just more evidence

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came