This is a song about "Supply amd demand"

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

So much dough i supply the bakery

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

And stood up again, never been the one to bend to another's demand.

Somebody tutor me i god damn demand it,

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly