This is a song about "Choose"

Its cold as shit in this booth

And for those who choose to abuse

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

Blackberry and t phone

This path i choose to walk alone

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

That's probably what you all will choose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And it feels like i gotta choose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes