This is a song about "Choose"

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

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

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

But you better choose carefully

You have a decision, life or death... choose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Did you choose to have parents?

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Battle is started,i have no choose

And i've been thinking bout you

Cho cho, i choose you two