This is a song about "Choose"

And it feels like i gotta choose

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You better choose. california queens

Can barely walk the city streets

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Battle is started,i have no choose

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

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

But you better choose carefully

Now i know a lotta styles, some see