This is a song about "Choose"

And it feels like i gotta choose

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

This path i choose to walk alone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Get the zippo and spark the shit

It was up to me to choose it

Different views i would choose,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My time with their half-witted reviews

And for those who choose to abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Choose to entertain himself with,

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Sedated by eyes like i gotta choose,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes