This is a song about "Law od supply"

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Hard to follow unwritten law

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

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

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

You know...you know who you are

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

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

So here i am at the store for some chips

Me im one of these anti law pigs