This is a song about "Accidentally on purpose"

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one

Once they accidentally find your collection of knives,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Are done for a purpose,

My nigga, its all love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Thinking deeply about some shit, does life truly have a purpose,

Accidentally kill your family still

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill