This is a song about "Choose"

And now that i’m getting money

But you better choose carefully

My time with their half-witted reviews

And it feels like i gotta choose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

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

Battle is started,i have no choose

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Should you choose to accept it