This is a song about "Choose"

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

That's probably what you all will choose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Razor grips, laser spit

Should you choose to accept it

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose