This is a song about "Suppose"

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Red bottoms with the spike work

I thought words weren't suppose to hurt

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Just suppose you had my skill and you composed this/

Raised by a momma who, who

I suppose i should tell you

I suppose this conscience of mine will start to narrow

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto