This is a song about "Supply"

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

The fiends supply the shady

We might be back in this baby

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

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

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

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

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

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

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