This is a song about "Evidence"

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Any evidence for the police to find

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

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

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

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

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns