This is a song about "Pure colum"

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Jodi was an example of pure love here on earth,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I enter your realm with pure focus

Arrogant when i finish

Like an abyss, pure bliss

Going back, evaluating each lines of pure genius.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody