This is a song about "Choose"

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

And it feels like i gotta choose

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Battle is started,i have no choose

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Did you choose to have parents?

Rub the wood and ima show em love

And let the beat play

If you choose to walk away