This is a song about "Choose"

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Did you choose to have parents?

You don't mean that, you faggot

It was up to me to choose it

And it feels like i gotta choose

High as shit, i’m in a booth

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Cho cho, i choose you two

When you keep em right beside you

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

That's probably what you all will choose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes