This is a song about "Choose"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

It was up to me to choose it

Choose to entertain himself with,

This is how she want to live

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Should you choose to accept it