This is a song about "Supply drop"

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

It's waking time, time to drop

So i took another shot

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

I fucking hate this job

Imma ball till i drop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Know shit's about to drop,

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

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply