This is a song about "Choose"

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Choose to entertain himself with,

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Different views i would choose,

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

Its cold as shit in this booth

Cho cho, i choose you two

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

It was up to me to choose it

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

He dont want the diamonds

Did you choose to have parents?

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news