This is a song about "Supply"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

So much dough i supply the bakery

Once as a slave who imagined being free

We just looking in the mirror

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly