This is a song about "Supply chain"

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The fiends supply the shady

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain