This is a song about "Economics and supply"

Don't gotta wait long

And once i'm dead and gone

And remember what i said and

I fear no opponent

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

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

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Physical fitness, home economics