This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Look it something they can't ever see

So much dough i supply the bakery

Half your body laying on my chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

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