This is a song about "Evidence"

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

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

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

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

To evidence, those presidents in office know we'll never die,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

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,

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Any evidence for the police to find

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

I shed so many tears

Like drinking the evidence.