This is a song about "Cutter choice"

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

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

I went to school with the white boys

If you hate school just fucking leave it fuck it's your choice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

How every choice and every move made

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

They meet them rich boys

I don't think you have a choice