This is a song about "Supposed"

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

She said my love is outta here

How's she supposed to feel?

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

And lyrically and literally murder you like i'm supposed to

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

He's supposed to be a father

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her