This is a song about "Purple and gold"

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Hey nine ball wanna take a purple pill and roll down a hill,

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Gold chains, watches and more,

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

But like the diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold