This is a song about "Purple and gold"

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And i got them gold bottles, first place

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

All this paper i fold

But like the diamonds and gold

Yeah my weed is purple

You can call it commercial

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

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold