This is a song about "Evidence"

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

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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