This is a song about "Supreme box logos"

You just another tool in the tool box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Ten years in an aluminum box

My team supreme the name will always ring,

There'd still be niggas out killing

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes