This is a song about "Choose"

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

That's probably what you all will choose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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