This is a song about "Chosen"

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Bold as a poet, story's foretold n' i know it, chosen to be thrown with opponents

My life path is chosen and there's no goin back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Preaching to the chosen few of armageddon

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Showman, the snowman,was awoken and chosen

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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