This is a song about "The sim supply"

But i've got time to invest to supply some lyrical complex

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

We love for a while then a light goes

The more battles the better the flows

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

This isn't a diss, this is just a reply to hip-hop's low supply/

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

It's too late, you ran ran out of your last supply

She knew he was her supply, thought it better than to lie

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

The fiends supply the shady

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So much dough i supply the bakery

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see