This is a song about "I can prove it"

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Why do i have to prove that you just can't hold it together

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

They're damaged living lavish claiming they can handle savings but fail to prove

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

How many verses i gotta murder to prove

Now you got me hopped up on that

I dont know if i can take it

So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

What else i gotta to to prove

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth