This is a song about "Supreme team"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Just before they seen my money in the green

I live by the code

It deserves a supreme poke,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Im so good i need no tag team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Me and my whole damn team,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

My team eat everyday a feast

And i put you on the team

It will be a life supreme