This is a song about "Economics and supply"

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

And the v12, that's on various trips

Physical fitness, home economics

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Wit my kin that i came in wit

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

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

And remember what i said and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And once i'm dead and gone

Shit is on silent all day long

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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