This is a song about "I prove it"

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I don't know what you bitches can hope to prove

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

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

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Every year gotta pay my dues so i can soothe, persuade and prove

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

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

I was merely seconds but i pour them out to prove i'm real