This is a song about "Dimond supply"

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

So much dough i supply the bakery

But five years from now i bet she see

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

You is not hip then i can not coach her

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish