This is a song about "Purple and gold"

Lady at the frank stand will

Yeah my weed is purple

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

I mean of course just the same old

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Wearing bally's and gold, i'm selling dope shameless to say

So tell me why are we at war

Gold chains, watches and more,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Have a party at my funeral

Un-saran wrap the purple

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

And i got them gold bottles, first place