This is a song about "Clothe in word"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Creyente, believer in gods word

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Listen to every word i say or might obtain, in my world this is a crime game

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

The real reason you don't get noticed in the real word is cause you copy me.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

My journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

But i won't sugarcoat, clothe nor pad this! you're old, pathetic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick