This is a song about "Economics and supply"

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,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

And some strawberries and some chocolate

It's all good, finna dog that

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

The fiends supply the shady