This is a song about "Choose"

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

That's probably what you all will choose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Did you choose to have parents?

Rub the wood and ima show em love

What them tippers don't see

But you better choose carefully

This path i choose to walk alone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And for those who choose to abuse

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce