This is a song about "Choose"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And it feels like i gotta choose

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

My time with their half-witted reviews

Is it this or that, can't you choose?

It was up to me to choose it

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

If you choose to walk away

When we fuck she say

And for those who choose to abuse

One time for the girls with the right shoes