This is a song about "Suppose"

Took me a while just to write those

Like the limbs on ya feet, that's what i suppose

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Fuck a toast, i'm dead i suppose, main conflict diseases

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Every night i stroke hoes

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

I suppose i could, but i ain't that cocky

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose

It ain't nothing though

I suppose it goes to show

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

You see now that nigga lonely

To what was suppose to be