This is a song about "Purple hair"

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Believe me i'mma be your god

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Believing the screens or anything there

Don't drive her gently, seats all purple lined

Pay my haters not too much mind