This is a song about "Purple lamborghini"

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Versace odor and lamborghini owner

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

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

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

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Don't drive her gently, seats all purple lined

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Smoking on that purple haze listening to jimi hendrix