This is a song about "Purchase"

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

My criteria ain't even that serious

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But can't find the right purchase