This is a song about "Demand and supply"

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

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

That we can't forget the past

Looking like the demand

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

And stood up again, never been the one to bend to another's demand.