This is a song about "Choose"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

This path i choose to walk alone

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

My time with their half-witted reviews

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Different views i would choose,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

She can make a pimp fall in love

Did you choose to have parents?

20 racks really thats sneaker money

But you better choose carefully

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

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