This is a song about "That purp"

Tell me that you call that rapping

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

That outnumber infinity

Mama made her pretty

That reminds me of that day

Hit you from a block away

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

So use that black eye to remember that,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Nothing that stands out nothing that shines