This is a song about "Purse"

And finally know my worth,like a snatched purse,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But shit changed when they fucked her up over a purse,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

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

Pour gasoline on her purse, yeah the bleached nurse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

In her purse and found a used condom and i was like oh great thats fucking

Think i need a new purse

You just trynna be haters

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

All i wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse

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

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