This is a song about "Choose"

If you choose to walk away

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But you better choose carefully

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Choose to entertain himself with,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

It was up to me to choose it

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Did you choose to have parents?