This is a song about "Purpose"

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Are done for a purpose,

That's why i shine like i does

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The only absentee for a journey now without purpose

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

So often it seems their only purpose is profit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I murder, no purpose

They getting deals with thier weak buzz