This is a song about "Career choice"

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Id do it all again if given the choice.

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Prior to his entire career being retired

A few raps can decide my career,

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

Each choice either leave him lethal or enfeebled

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

They say them colors must be fake

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear