This is a song about "Purple grape soda"

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

Through all of the grape vines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Leanin'/ mentally getting numb by that purple potion

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I woke up this mornin' rolled up me some purple,

Soak in the blue, till it turned purple

Lady at the frank stand will