This is a song about "Lee and flea"

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Grab the scissors and saws and

And the word most important

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

And losin all his money