This is a song about "The girl who was supposed to die"

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

She's the one he's supposed to grow old with

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Dammen that is the way you are supposed to be raping

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

To the same kiss ass guys 'n, who have no idea who was the first to comply it

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

And where the fuck am i supposed to go,