This is a song about "Explanation of evidence"

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

And the cops will need an explanation

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

We just wipe away the evidence

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Never dissing me is the explanation of "safest"

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast