This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

So much dough i supply the bakery

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

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

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Zirconium passing a diamond it's draconian

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

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

Az and busta rhymes spit jewels on the diamond,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

To know i like that co-co

Although thought that we would grow

Just like diamond in the sky

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high