This is a song about "Choose"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

That's probably what you all will choose

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,

If you choose to walk away

Im on, im on tha way

One time for the girls with the right shoes

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

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news