This is a song about "Smoking on purple"

Smoking on purple to free my mind,

The revolution has arrived

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Lazing around like a purple haze, smoking them rounds all you do is blaze

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Old folks smoking out of their nose on the episode of ode

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter