This is a song about "Choose"

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

But you better choose carefully

Off of your melody

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Is it this or that, can't you choose?

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

You better choose. california queens

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And it feels like i gotta choose

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose