This is a song about "Choose"

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

That we got every crew, full of fools, tryna choose,

And for those who choose to abuse

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Different views i would choose,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Did you choose to have parents?

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose