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 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/

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

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

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

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

Bait baby, wait baby

The fiends supply the shady