This is a song about "Choose"

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

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

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

That's probably what you all will choose

You have a decision, life or death... choose

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

It was up to me to choose it

My time with their half-witted reviews

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,