This is a song about "The sim supply"

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Automatic possessing with intent to supply

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

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

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry