This is a song about "Choose"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And for those who choose to abuse

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Cho cho, i choose you two

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

The dead society of a poet

Should you choose to accept it

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose