This is a song about "Choose"

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I be gettin' money

But you better choose carefully

And for those who choose to abuse

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

One time for the girls with the right shoes

That's probably what you all will choose

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose

Niggas die over shoes

And it feels like i gotta choose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,