This is a song about "Supply chain"

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Revelations say you either fry or fly

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

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

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,