This is a song about "Choose"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

That's probably what you all will choose

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Choose to entertain himself with,

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Is this really my planet?, which direction to choose?

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And for those who choose to abuse

And it feels like i gotta choose

Now concentrate until you get the juice