This is a song about "The sim supply"

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

Yo those dealers near your house don't supply no heat,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

So much dough i supply the bakery

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky