This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Taggin the books head shinin like a diamond

Clap two times if you drunk

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

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

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

And all she wants is to dance

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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