This is a song about "Supreme belt"

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Get your seat belt on bitch, we're doing this my way

But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

I'm the head coach of the team

It will be a life supreme

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

I rap supreme no need for dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Your belt, yea, try and seduce me/

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Bitch you aint on ma level your below my belt

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed