This is a song about "Low proof"

Walks in a bar weapon suppressed, bullet proof vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

Proof that's not enough reason

What up girl, tell me how you been

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Gettin respect and respect, do u need proof?

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

The body count is the physical proof