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

It leaves a nigga thinking for a week in.

Stand up misses i love your ambition

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Our history that they stole, africa

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

The science and the art, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Im a shoe in for this nigga im already interlaced

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

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

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