This is a song about "Supreme clothing"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

You'll never be out-doin me kid, yep i'm too supreme

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

And i'll hit you with jujitsu and reign supreme like i was vishnu

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff