This is a song about "Supply"

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

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

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

The fiends supply the shady

So much dough i supply the bakery

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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