This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

When i’m looking in the mirror

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Taggin the books head shinin like a diamond

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

So dunn stay silent

This summer gone be mine though

To know i like that co-co