This is a song about "Choose"

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

That's probably what you all will choose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

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

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

You better choose. california queens

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

But you better choose carefully

Cause some of you bitches funny