This is a song about "Pure boredom"

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I enter your realm with pure focus

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

The very definition of pure love and complete acceptance,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

Used condoms, got a closed door, titanium foursome cause i was tired boredom,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Baby, you know who you are

My flow is pure fire

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm