This is a song about "Snows 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

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

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

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

You know...you know who you are

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,

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

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