This is a song about "Choose"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Did you choose to have parents?

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

One time for the girls with the right shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

Battle is started,i have no choose

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

And don't you bring your camera phone

This path i choose to walk alone

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose