This is a song about "Choose"

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

That's probably what you all will choose

And it feels like i gotta choose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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