This is a song about "Purple dots"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

The purple ones if you got chance

Everybody finger point in your direction

You burn purple cess? then i just guess that this'll catch him,

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

I'm why baby mamas leave

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

You can search but you'll never find

Rarely seein, barely breathin you know that i'm turning purple,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust