This is a song about "I ll prove it"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

An i got music to prove it,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

When they hear me rocking the groove

What else i gotta to to prove

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Never said i was a gangster, i'ma prove you ain't one

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen