This is a song about "Kid wit purple hair"

You can search but you'll never find

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

Kush so purple swore it's myth

And i don't rely on no bitches

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

But now it's more declare

Your pullin on my hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

U got all them drums in there

He'd rather come his hair.

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

The words i place on the page each day will stay wit me above the ground kid