This is a song about "Supreme clothing"

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

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

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

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

My team supreme the name will always ring,

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

Niggas say i'm to mainstream // to reign supreme//on you bitch niggas who

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

People don't condone what they've never seen

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

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