This is a song about "Living proof"

Leave em all trouble with the blood up inna proof

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

Don’t believe me? look at l, pac, big, and proof,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

You make it hard living,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose proof so you use

Now concentrate until you get the juice

But those motherfuckers wanted a fucking proof

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa