This is a song about "The sim supply"

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

The more battles the better the flows

Ain't no women at the shows

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

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die