This is a song about "Choose"

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Battle is started,i have no choose

Niggas die over shoes

And for those who choose to abuse

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Choose to entertain himself with,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Did you choose to have parents?

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth