This is a song about "Choose"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Should you choose to accept it

With g's in my pocket

It was up to me to choose it

And if i'm down with this banging shit

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

You have a decision, life or death... choose

But you better choose carefully

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Now concentrate until you get the juice

And for those who choose to abuse

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,