This is a song about "Something to prove"

What else i gotta to to prove

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

From the truth, you knew you had something to prove to the fools,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

When you know you have something to prove

When they hear me rocking the groove

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

And got her room number, you can find me there

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Can you prove there's something you can call your breasts?

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

From the truth, you knew you had something to prove to the new fools,