This is a song about "The louisiana purchase"

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

And of course, my car's off course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

But can't find the right purchase

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

My all gold rolly or the

Aka mr. louisiana.

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina