This is a song about "Supply chain"

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

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

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them