This is a song about "Office supplies"

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

And solomon supplies the hazy

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

I dont want to make it in a office like men in suits,

Sadden to see this box office hit

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

While i’m sittin’ back in my office jackin’ off to my plaques

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I saw you in principal's office, when you locked it

Crackhead on drug supplies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Gallop down to sheriffs office,

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price