This is a song about "Suppose to be"

How else you suppose i spit .50 cal's within my cold saliva

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,

30 chains on, bet the light work

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow

Took me a while just to write those

All i have left is hope i suppose,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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