This is a song about "Choose"

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

It was up to me to choose it

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

They say nothings ever free

But you better choose carefully

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

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

And it feels like i gotta choose

Choose to entertain himself with,

And i don't rely on no bitches

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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