This is a song about "Supreme clothing"

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

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

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

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

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans