This is a song about "Something to prove"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

You got to dissin me, i'm simply just respondin to prove

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

To prove what i've got

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

When you know you have something to prove

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

When they hear me rocking the groove

The message that i'm urged to prove:

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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