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

And the v12, that's on various trips

We just wipe away the evidence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Obama's now elected, he's done nothing, when there's evidence,

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Like drinking the evidence.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

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