This is a song about "I suppose"

Mama made her pretty

To what was suppose to be

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

Wait,why i suppose to feel like this,

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here

I'm only joking though so i suppose it only makes sense that you're a joke

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

What was i suppose to do?

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

(i suppose) damn right you do! what else do you got to lose?/

Hope you heard that intro

I suppose it goes to show