This is a song about "Purse"

And finally know my worth,like a snatched purse,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Snatch your purse first, slurp sizzurp like serpents,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I created this image

Bout what was in her purse much,

Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

U a rich girl out after dark, ur prides in the purse, im a mugger

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger