This is a song about "Purple shirt and yoga pants"

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

You can call it commercial

Un-saran wrap the purple

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Teacher asked you a question and you pissed your pants like swimmin in pools

Everyday is a new story, pick up my rosary, and turn my shirt around like rotary,

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry