This is a song about "Choose"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Is this really my planet?, which direction to choose?

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

You better choose. california queens

Half belizian, half from the phillipines

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Should you choose to accept it

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

It was up to me to choose it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

But you better choose carefully

What them tippers don't see