This is a song about "The sim supply"

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

So much dough i supply the bakery