This is a song about "Purple and gold"

Lady at the frank stand will

Yeah my weed is purple

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

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

Gold chains, watches and more,

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that