This is a song about "Supposed to be"

I'm just breathing, who said we supposed to be spitting,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

Your trying to make friends when ya supposed to be dissing,

It’s how i became who i was supposed to be

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

Your supposed to be improving, not confusing,

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

If i'm not mistaken you're supposed to be preventing forest fires

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

Dammen that is the way you are supposed to be raping

And if you got money man the head is amazing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.