This is a song about "Aggregate supply and demand"

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

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Demand he send me back just so i can shit on your face,

I just don't understand, even as we demand

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

That this shit i apply, proves that rap's demand is high/

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry