This is a song about "Supreme wrestling"

I rap supreme no need for dreams

So if you wanna leave

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

You'll never be out-doin me kid, yep i'm too supreme

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

It will be a life supreme

For thinking you clean

It will be a life supreme

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground