This is a song about "Prove"

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

They want the truth/ but false is what they prove/

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Let me a spit a few and prove myself lyrically

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

11. there's still a little part of me that needs to prove,

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

And never should you fear

But i still prove my skill is clear

Prove that if you were half as nice,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Father didn't want to hurt the kid but it worsened as he learned the news

They're damaged living lavish claiming they can handle savings but fail to prove