This is a song about "Evidence"

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Any evidence for the police to find

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Obama's now elected, he's done nothing, when there's evidence,

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