This is a song about "Choose"

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

Just to go to liv on a sunday

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And for those who choose to abuse

My time with their half-witted reviews

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Should you choose to accept it

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Battle is started,i have no choose