This is a song about "We purge"

We may be arrogant but we ain't marylin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You gotta make sure you aim right

Yeah we rhymin' tight, nigga we alright,

She gotta hold her head up high

We ball on top we ride till we die,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

We out here we touring

I'm determined to purge you, we'll call it a verbalist cleanse.

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

So here i am at the store for some chips

We think, we write, we give our reasons

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

We goin out we showin up

They like talking, its like gossip