This is a song about "Lousiana purchase"

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Burns like furnace urns, and you take your turn to purchase it,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

But can't find the right purchase

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was