This is a song about "Murked on purpose"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Does life have a meaning like a ceiling has purpose,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

They say with for purpose comes identity

Sometimes i feel so worthless

It's clear that i appeared for this purpose/

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

And my sole purpose is to fuckin drive you insane

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

I'll hound you till your murked when i sickly spit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit