This is a song about "Low proof"

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Even met lil wayne there, proof? that nigga aint scared

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Gettin respect and respect, do u need proof?

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Niggas say i'm loco

They setting the bar low,

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Dnt believe me, just wait for the proof,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

The body count is the physical proof