This is a song about "Choose"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

That's probably what you all will choose

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

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

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Should you choose to accept it

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Did you choose to have parents?

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth