This is a song about "Supreme warhead"

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

It will be a life supreme

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

So until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

And i put you on the team

It will be a life supreme

In private, not public in the streets

I rap supreme no need for dreams