This is a song about "Supreme"

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I rap supreme no need for dreams

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

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

I fucking hate this job

It deserves a supreme poke,