This is a song about "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

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

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

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

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

So much dough i supply the bakery

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Rose cases, we pop daily

The fiends supply the shady