This is a song about "Pure research"

The very definition of pure love and complete acceptance,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Pure trash infused with such elegance,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

My soul begins to seek, research discovered the truth uncovered and devised

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I've done all my research and i've put in my work,

But i'm not pure darkness, thats impossible.

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Fucking pussies do some research on rugby!

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Like an abyss, pure bliss

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm