This is a song about "Advanced supply drop"

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

It's waking time, time to drop

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Confusion fills like listening to a school teacher advanced

His ass, get this straight: it's a fact, he too advanced

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Cause my spit is so advanced

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply