This is a song about "Purple and gold"

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Yeah my weed is purple

You can call it commercial

Who did it before

Gold chains, watches and more,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

After every show, a dream she hold

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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