This is a song about "Supply drop"

So much dough i supply the bakery

But five years from now i bet she see

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Don't derail or drop your guard

See, and now life seem hard

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

And i wont stop till you drop

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie