This is a song about "Choose"

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Should you choose to accept it

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

That's probably what you all will choose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

My time with their half-witted reviews