This is a song about "Prove people wrong"

But i still prove my skill is clear

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

We at the top where we belong

Preserver and prove me wrong.

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

People getting shot because they're rockin' the wrong color,i don't stutter

Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Almost cried right on the spot

To prove what i've got

But i do think i have something to prove/

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I'll never be last like they'd like. prove em wrong, spit faster than light.