This is a song about "Choose"

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

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

Choose to entertain himself with,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Is this really my planet?, which direction to choose?

But i ain't get to see you today

If you choose to walk away

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Different views i would choose,

But five years from now i bet she see

But you better choose carefully

My time with their half-witted reviews

And for those who choose to abuse