This is a song about "Supply chain"

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

The fiends supply the shady

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden