This is a song about "Choose"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And it feels like i gotta choose

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

This path i choose to walk alone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

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