This is a song about "A nigga in a purple suit"

Got my heat in a case a nigga wanna die tonight,

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

They claim it as their own, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

And you ain't gettin a word in nigga this a monologue

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Your that shit you must be under a curse, so feminine youd probably suit a purse

Cut a nigga in half with my light saber

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for