This is a song about "Pure"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Pure hearted, clean, don't have to be new or lean

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

This is straight pure raw hip hop, off the block,

Like an abyss, pure bliss

Well, we are the roses

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

I be giving work to the kids

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Im running on pure adrenaline n cannabis

Going back, evaluating each lines of pure genius.

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Been spending most our lives

Rapping with pure intelligence,