This is a song about "Choose"

Is it this or that, can't you choose?

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

The dead society of a poet

Should you choose to accept it

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Choose to entertain himself with,

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

If your man can't keep up wit you

Cho cho, i choose you two

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Battle is started,i have no choose