This is a song about "Supreme hype"

Might seem like little hype and i'm wasting my teen years

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

My team supreme the name will always ring,

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

But never graced afor sake of hype i break mikes

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

Don't need lights, i can see you by the moonlight

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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