This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Attention is a must

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

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

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep