This is a song about "Pure boredom"

Like an abyss, pure bliss

And you ride with this

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

My heart must of been opted to perform only pure hate,