This is a song about "Supply"

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

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

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

I reel them in, goadomes on see

So much dough i supply the bakery

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

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

The fiends supply the shady

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden