This is a song about "Purses"

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

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

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

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

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses