This is a song about "Pure"

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

But i'm not pure darkness, thats impossible.

My flow is pure fire

Just to let you know, you are

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

He is a winner a pure ass kicker

Pure evil , can never go to waste, such a bitter taste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint