This is a song about "Explanation of evidence"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Like drinking the evidence.

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

When you say i suck its just more evidence

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

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

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,