This is a song about "Pure boredom"

She going to borrow some money

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour

You're the tidal wave, it's pure

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Rapping with pure intelligence,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives