This is a song about "Pure"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

They bringing me fish and chips

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Not king james, these were coke kings

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene