This is a song about "Choose"

Battle is started,i have no choose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Cho cho, i choose you two

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

And it feels like i gotta choose

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

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

If you choose to walk away

Keep losing my way

Should you choose to accept it

I put that nigga in his casket

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse