This is a song about "Supreme"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

It deserves a supreme poke,

To soho, baby milo so dope

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

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

But i'm amazing, cause i'm me and me is supreme and

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

It will be a life supreme

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I just know what you mean

It will be a life supreme