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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

And that's how it's supposed to be

Bait baby, wait baby

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Me and you were ment to be, it’s supposed to be forever/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for