This is a song about "Purse"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

"hold my purse" - now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Walking with an empty purse

Think i need a new purse

This ones for the lovers

Why not me the same thing

If my purse wouln't make ching

And finally know my worth,like a snatched purse,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

All this started by stealing her purse

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse