This is a song about "Im pure like michigan"

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

This magical like if lake michigan sprung a leak

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

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

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

But i'm not pure darkness, thats impossible.

To make karma come faster than she normally will