This is a song about "Choose"

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Battle is started,i have no choose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

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

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Should you choose to accept it

After that moscato hit