This is a song about "Purple gold"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

Women front, they get its cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Purple drank that gangsta lean

I got a dollar and a dream

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Spiritual, fool's gold

Is a space that now you hold