This is a song about "Purses"

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Here i go again, falling in love

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

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

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

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

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

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss