This is a song about "Choose"

You have a decision, life or death... choose

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And for those who choose to abuse

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

And it feels like i gotta choose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You better choose. california queens

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

If you choose to walk away