This is a song about "Supply chain"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

The fiends supply the shady

Or you'll drive me crazy

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

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

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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