This is a song about "Economics and supply"

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

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Physical fitness, home economics

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

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

So much dough i supply the bakery

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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