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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

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

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

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

I got two whole tears in a bucket

But for long time i had gone cold

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold