This is a song about "Chosen"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

With the talent chosen you valid broken record holder

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

A opted for change so now av chosen

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Blowin on good, shits going so good i'm starting to think i was chosen

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Chosen by the maker of sin. temptation is the bitch that got me in..