This is a song about "Prove"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

Prove that if you were half as nice

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

The message that i'm urged to prove:

We put a wreath on niggas' career

But i still prove my skill is clear

Let me a spit a few and prove myself lyrically

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

You got to dissin me, i'm simply just respondin to prove