This is a song about "Evidence"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the 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

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

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Had i not been exposed to these things