This is a song about "Purple and gold"

Gold chains, watches and more,

And you ain't gotta go to war

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

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

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

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

But i’m praying in advance

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And there's no way i can pay you back

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

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