This is a song about "Choose"

And it feels like i gotta choose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

This path i choose to walk alone

Should you choose to accept it

And i must admit

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Now concentrate until you get the juice