This is a song about "Snows supply"

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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,

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed