This is a song about "Chose"

Flows chose, dispose the so called pros

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Dead they chose money over your head"

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Made up shakespeare's mind and chose to be,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

This life i have i didn’t chose it

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Nobody knows my strife i never chose my life

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

That was till she chose a school

The thugs say i'm cool

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

And the flow don't mean nothing unless the right words are chose