This is a song about "Purple"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Smoking on that purple haze listening to jimi hendrix

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

Now walk to it with your land mind

Don't drive her gently, seats all purple lined

Believe me i'mma be your god

Need some northern lights or that purple og?

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

The purple ones if you got chance

Know it good when she go no hands

I got my purple drank so i'm really slow

People love hodgy i hate you though