This is a song about "Supply side economics"

And she stays by my side

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Time to think about dark side

It sends her on a trip so right

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

So much dough i supply the bakery

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

And ill stand at your side

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Physical fitness, home economics

Had i not been exposed to these things