This is a song about "Law od supply"

Now everybody put your hands up high

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

So much dough i supply the bakery

Go od less in an hour.

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die