This is a song about "Purple and gold"

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Ok now everythings wonderful

Un-saran wrap the purple

It's my turn to phrase a turn of phrase and turn a purple haze

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks