This is a song about "Choose"

Would have came back for you

Cho cho, i choose you two

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

It was up to me to choose it

Niggas die over shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

And it feels like i gotta choose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Different views i would choose,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Battle is started,i have no choose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes