This is a song about "Cutter choice"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

I went to school with the white boys

He had no choice but to get nervous

And i need you to show me love

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

It's a career choice full of strife

Play this shit while you contemplate

How every choice and every move made

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close