This is a song about "Choose"

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Cho cho, i choose you two

Would have came back for you

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

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

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks