This is a song about "Supply amd demand"

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

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

So much dough i supply the bakery

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I demand a refund and my raps make you stunned because you crap

I just don't understand, even as we demand

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Could i make you my baby

The fiends supply the shady

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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