This is a song about "Autumn choice"

I'm a baller, literally

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And on the warm autumn day when we met you took my breath

New york, va, dc, get paid

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

If you hate school just fucking leave it fuck it's your choice

Summer never bummer, till its autumn

Come get some, you little bum

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

All lying ass defensive ass boys