This is a song about "Purses"

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love