This is a song about "Prove"

Never really been into the ice

Prove that if you were half as nice

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

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

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Prove that if you were half as nice,

Bring the battering ram where you live

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

But i do think i have something to prove/

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

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin