This is a song about "Supply"

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

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

I got something you've been waiting for

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

So much dough i supply the bakery

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see