This is a song about "Advanced supply drop"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Might as well cause my shit's so advanced that at first glance it will blast you away,

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap