This is a song about "Choose"

Cho cho, i choose you two

Streets is calling you

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And it feels like i gotta choose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse