This is a song about "Prove"

An i got music to prove it,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Let me a spit a few and prove myself lyrically

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

What else i gotta to to prove

The message that i'm urged to prove:

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

This will prove im a lyrical mastermind,

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

Niggas is unifying as we speak