This is a song about "Supply"

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

So much dough i supply the bakery

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

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

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

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

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 swear they think i'm crazy

The fiends supply the shady