This is a song about "Pure starlight"

Pure hearted, clean, don't have to be new or lean

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Pure evil , can never go to waste, such a bitter taste.

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,

How simple they are

My flow is pure fire

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Sandy beaches and starlight moonshine walks