This is a song about "Pure hate"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Im running on pure adrenaline n cannabis

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Rapping with pure intelligence,

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

You poor rhymin', i'm pure diamond, exciting writing not boring typing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

But i'm not pure darkness, thats impossible.

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,