This is a song about "Choose"

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Cho cho, i choose you two

Streets is calling you

It was up to me to choose it

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You better choose. california queens

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,