This is a song about "Supply side economics"

And she stays by my side

They loved the sight

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

45 always tucked in the side

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Physical fitness, home economics

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

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

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

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

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die