This is a song about "Choose"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

That's probably what you all will choose

I didn't choose this life it was destiny

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Different views i would choose,

Choose to entertain himself with,

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Oh i gotta face the day

If you choose to walk away

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose