This is a song about "Textual evidence literary and theme"

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

I am setting a new theme make sure your watching this lead

Spitting out literary imagery

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,