This is a song about "Prove"

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

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

The message that i'm urged to prove:

Prove that if you were half as nice,

Before we see it's hard to live

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Let me a spit a few and prove myself lyrically

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

What else i gotta to to prove

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

What do i really need

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Now concentrate until you get the juice

I don't know what you bitches can hope to prove