This is a song about "Prove"

African queen got what you need

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

Preserver and prove me wrong.

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

But i do think i have something to prove/

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Prove that if you were half as nice

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

In bed he wept and seldom slept, he deserved respect to learn the truth

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