This is a song about "Theres nothing to prove here"

To prove what i've got

I know you just doing your job

I earned my spot, nothing free,try n mock, cant quite copy me, theres no stopping my spree

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

So much cash, that i never look towards my past, fuck reminiscing, cuz theres nothing im missing,

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

The message that i'm urged to prove:

High as shit, i’m in a booth

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Cause theres nothing you can do to stop me