This is a song about "Sup3rm n"

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

You mental state deteriorates n,

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Then take it down slow

Later, n peace, even tho,

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

So get them ends hot

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin