This is a song about "Choose"

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I don't need no fucking throne

This path i choose to walk alone

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Battle is started,i have no choose

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes