This is a song about "Supply"

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

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

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

So much dough i supply the bakery

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

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