This is a song about "Choices you make"

This love will make you levitate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Didn't mean to make you cry

Hear the rambling in the sky

Blowin' that long beach

You gotta make a speech

In my life i've made a million different choices

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

I got two choices throw it out the window or

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

And make all you nauseous

Rub the wood and ima show em love

It provides "protection" for it's people, yet kids are lured into bad choices,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love