This is a song about "Choose"

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And it feels like i gotta choose

Battle is started,i have no choose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Did you choose to have parents?

Always knew where the pot was

It was up to me to choose it

Me, wale, so hard - as shit