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

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme

Literary genius vocab insane after smoking medicinal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My cred represents for my neighborhood, it's spread evidence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Time to hide the evidence and clear the footprints time to be ghostly

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

They bringing me fish and chips

Like drinking the evidence.