This is a song about "Evidence"

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

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

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

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