This is a song about "Supply chain"

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Champagne no chain no diamonds

She can make a pimp fall in love

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

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

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

She say she love me more than anything

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

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