This is a song about "Choose"

It was up to me to choose it

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And it feels like i gotta choose

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Choose to entertain himself with,

But you better choose carefully

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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