This is a song about "Pure boredom"

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Of impactful things one can ask for

He is a winner a pure ass kicker

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Wish i could shed all these tears

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm splayed on the stage, so pure make snow white jealous

Jodi was an example of pure love here on earth,

We gotta get back to what really matters

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Not king james, these were coke kings