This is a song about "Supply and demand"

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

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

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

So much dough i supply the bakery

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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