This is a song about "Perfect purple"

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

If you sippin' on purple drank

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Dont judge me till your perfect

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im not saying i'm perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

Just say he's the best

And we may not be perfect

Either ways it's perfect

And i ain't never left

Catch me inna purple benz...........

A coward dies a thousand deaths