This is a song about "Evidence based policy"

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

My felonies are all based in memories

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Like drinking the evidence.

I was playing with guns

My cred represents for my neighborhood, it's spread evidence,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Stuck between a rock and ahard place, nothing they say is based

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised