This is a song about "Diamond supply co"

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

The fiends supply the shady

I’m a hustla, baby

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

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

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

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

Flow full of shine & bling like diamond rings