This is a song about "Choosing who to lobe"

Blessed to be who they are

She prayed on me passing that bar

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

// [who they came to see]

Don't worry bout a thang baby

So stop using, choosing all the ones that are already losing.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Who want it? who wants to battle

Lady at the frank stand will

We both grown and i dont care

As to who owns this and who goes where

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

Playas is hatin’ and hoes is choosing

I was born to do the damn thing