This is a song about "Suppose to"

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

And word i blew off herb i grew

What was i suppose to do?

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

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

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

All i have left is hope i suppose,

Like howre they suppose to

I can do better without you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,

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

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel