This is a song about "Evidence"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Any evidence for the police to find

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

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

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

No evidence of what dad did to her, she cleaned up the blood stain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle