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

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Hey nine ball wanna take a purple pill and roll down a hill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Flying higher than a rocket because i'm on these blue,yellow,and purple pills

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Ok now everythings wonderful

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

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

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

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

My shirt, purple label my shirt