This is a song about "Comfort"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You're voice brings me comfort,

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

He would comfort her, when she would wanna' go cry

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I want to fight the music on this one

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

To sacrifice my comfort to hopefully provide,

I can have some type of comfort when a genius really needs it

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Fate was cold n' twisted, they had coexisted in bliss for the comfort

From comfort to confront the struggle which i've never been lagging with actions

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Fate was cold n' twisted, they had coexisted in bliss for the comfort

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard