This is a song about "Supply"

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

So much dough i supply the bakery