This is a song about "Choose"

And it feels like i gotta choose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

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

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

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Different views i would choose,

On they twitter writing novels, see

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

If you choose to walk away

And i be on the block all day