This is a song about "Supply chain"

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

I'm going off the top of the brain

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

To chain the internal beast inside me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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