This is a song about "Choose"

And for those who choose to abuse

Now concentrate until you get the juice

That's probably what you all will choose

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Cho cho, i choose you two

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

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

Should you choose to accept it

And that's jay line i had to quote that

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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