This is a song about "Suppose"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

You'd suppose you're deceased, cause i grieve like a grievance

Every night i stroke hoes

All i have left is hope i suppose,

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Although it's closed in due time i suppose it'll soon open wide

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

'cuz i pack these syllables in the lines and i suppose that you ain't even know it,

What was i suppose to do?

I ain't tryna diss you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though