This is a song about "Proof"

Gettin respect and respect, do u need proof?

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And that’s the truth if ya want some proof ask ya crew

You are living proof that god has a sense of humor.

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

When they hear me rocking the groove

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

And that right there's the proof that i'd get the radio active

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Im trash cuz im white i dont need proof

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel