This is a song about "This is our purge"

This is america and i'm the purge no matter how hard i try i cant the urge the kill. stared

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

We are servants and god is our boss

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with the rain

And this shit is passed down to our next of kin,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Our relationship is worse than we left it

U try to apologize..more lies..i can see it in your eyes..this is where our love dies

This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missini'm askin, as if i'm qualified to analyze