This is a song about "Suppose to"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Hell, what's suppose to contain all of the sinners

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Wait,why i suppose to feel like this,

I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

I'm suppose to be dead cause i drowned, nope still around

If your man can't keep up wit you

What was i suppose to do?

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though