This is a song about "Choose"

So don't follow me home

This path i choose to walk alone

You better choose. california queens

In private, not public in the streets

And it feels like i gotta choose

My time with their half-witted reviews

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

It was up to me to choose it

Did you choose to have parents?

He dont want the diamonds

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And for those who choose to abuse

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

But you better choose carefully