This is a song about "Choose"

If you ain't about money

But you better choose carefully

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Should you choose to accept it

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Different views i would choose,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips