This is a song about "Choose"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And it feels like i gotta choose

Its cold as shit in this booth

Different views i would choose,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Choose to entertain himself with,

This is how she want to live

That's probably what you all will choose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose