This is a song about "Snows supply"

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy