This is a song about "Supply chain"

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

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

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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,

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep