This is a song about "Choose"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

You better choose. california queens

My time with their half-witted reviews

And it feels like i gotta choose

Did you choose to have parents?

He dont want the diamonds

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

Is it this or that, can't you choose?

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Im on, im on tha way

If you choose to walk away

Is this really my planet?, which direction to choose?

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse