This is a song about "Choose"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

But you better choose carefully

Third ward general, young cash money

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Is it this or that, can't you choose?

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

And it feels like i gotta choose