This is a song about "Purpose shit"

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

And my sole purpose is to fuckin drive you insane

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ass shots is a plus

Looking for a purpose

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

So often it seems their only purpose is profit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit