This is a song about "Supreme clothing"

It deserves a supreme poke,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Ten more depending on where wale going

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes