This is a song about "Decide"

No recourse when i strangle you, can't decide how to sandwich you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

But i never decide

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

Cause that race will decide your fate,

We both had dreams of being great

But y'all still live where corporations will decide elections,

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed