This is a song about "Supreme court"

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Court side seats with the franchise

They've threats with time and court and chores

And of course, my car's off course

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Time to get dressed up cry at court

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Every sport making baskets at the court

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport