This is a song about "Pint of purp"

I'm why baby mamas leave

Top of my pile of bodies

I do the right thing

Feeling, of appealing

Ghost in the hook so real

Purp and patron can seal the deal

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

No need to smoke purp with her i am on the clouds

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Of being of always getting wired

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

The concept is so absurd

Blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice