This is a song about "Choose"

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Cho cho, i choose you two

Then i gotta say peace to you

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Now concentrate until you get the juice

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

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

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

Is it this or that, can't you choose?

Kill the jungle let the cats loose