This is a song about "Purses"

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love