This is a song about "Choose"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Battle is started,i have no choose

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

My time with their half-witted reviews

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

And it feels like i gotta choose

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

You better choose. california queens

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose