This is a song about "We purge"

We ball on top we ride till we die,

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

We think, we write, we give our reasons

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

We do what we love cause we love what we do,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

We thought we were one but we was really two/

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,