This is a song about "Supreme box logos"

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Then keep your change like an oink machine

It will be a life supreme

You just another tool in the tool box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

My team supreme the name will always ring,

And like a boxer im beat her box,

You pull up in parking lots