This is a song about "Purses"

I can tell you carry purses and you’re always jacking tissues,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Asshole snatching purses,do my best not to be acting nervous,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Here i go again, searching for love