This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

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

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

Brightened, like a diamond

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,