This is a song about "Choose"

And if i'm down with this banging shit

It was up to me to choose it

Cho cho, i choose you two

Raised by a momma who, who

Did you choose to have parents?

My nigga, its all love

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And for those who choose to abuse

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

If you choose to walk away

Yeah ain't that what the song say

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

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose