This is a song about "Life supposed to be a heavenly blast"

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

You mistreated how magic is supposed to be used instead of savings

Hows that supposed to be a diss bitch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

How it's supposed to be

Fuck that now trying get the money

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Take a journey through your brain to heavenly gates,

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

This man is a murderer; he is not who he is supposed to be

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.