This is a song about "Choose"

Battle is started,i have no choose

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Family means the most i don't even gotta choose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Should you choose to accept it

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

When they hear me rocking the groove

And for those who choose to abuse

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence

And it feels like i gotta choose

My time with their half-witted reviews

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?