This is a song about "Chosen"

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

But theres bad ones too that have been chosen

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

We are the chosen ones and it's time for our exodus/

Rap is the life that i have chosen, one destiny and i have rosin,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

So i keep moving with my movements set in motion, knowing if i keep at it i'll be chosen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Shut the fuck up all those critics, because we've chosen to speak,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Funking , dope fein/ a sinful , physchotic life , a path chosen for