This is a song about "Choose"

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Yeah ain't that what the song say

If you choose to walk away

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

That's probably what you all will choose

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Choose to entertain himself with,

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

But you better choose carefully

Hopin' that my niggas see

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose