This is a song about "Purchase me"

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

This is like riding through the city

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

And niggas flashing crazy

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Stab me, shoot me, there just aint no destroyin me

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Or you'll drive me crazy

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city