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

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

And pants tight please be a dyke, cuz im a freakin freakazoid its like my

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

I literally almost shit my pants/

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

But i like you like..like a lil bit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Yeah my weed is purple

As i light one for ill will

Have a party at my funeral

Un-saran wrap the purple

Bet everything you're worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort