This is a song about "Choose"

Its cold as shit in this booth

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

Cho cho, i choose you two

Swear i'm trying to get through

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

A military mind mean money

And for those who choose to abuse

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

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

And it feels like i gotta choose