This is a song about "Purple air"

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Purple drank that gangsta lean

For that paper, i'mma grind

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Cause i got the burner in the hand

If you sippin' on purple drank

Have a party at my funeral

Soak in the blue, till it turned purple

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Season opener, finna be there