This is a song about "Suppose"

Wait,why i suppose to feel like this,

Shopping i’ll be in paris

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

I suppose i should tell you

I live in a zoo

I suppose ive got no choice but to make do,

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow