This is a song about "Supply chain"

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

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,