This is a song about "Drawing with a purple crayon"

Kush so purple swore it's myth

She dont have a problem with, with

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

And everybody's having sex

Catch me inna purple benz...........

Rarely seein, barely breathin you know that i'm turning purple,

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Crack to sweat - not under sun;it's when he play with his crayon.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Have a party at my funeral

Soak in the blue, till it turned purple

Yeah my weed is purple

As i light one for ill will

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand