This is a song about "Chosen"

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

So who gonna step up to the plate now? are you the chosen one?

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

With the talent chosen you valid broken record holder

I hit your block and we can box for fun

But theres bad ones too that have been chosen

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Showman, the snowman,was awoken and chosen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Good love then i can do that for her

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb