This is a song about "Choose"

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Its cold as shit in this booth

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

She crazy, that stalker shit

Should you choose to accept it

If you choose to walk away

Oh i gotta face the day

Little more weed, first class seats

You better choose. california queens

That's probably what you all will choose

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth