This is a song about "The sim supply"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The more battles the better the flows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

My drive is like no one

The bigger the the fun

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked