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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

The fiends supply the shady

They say nothings ever free