This is a song about "Prove"

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

How many verses i gotta murder to prove

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Its cold as shit in this booth

What else i gotta to to prove

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Prove that if you were half as nice

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

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

An i got music to prove it,

Im sayin one night my love is like that

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Would you be running with crews or have somethin' to prove,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

The message that i'm urged to prove: