This is a song about "Choose"

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

But you better choose carefully

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

It was up to me to choose it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Should you choose to accept it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

That's probably what you all will choose

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,