This is a song about "Decide"

Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

And get up and decidedly decide to speak,

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Life is too short to decide what's wrong and what's right

Wino might find yo' sight

But i never decide

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Or those who spit the truest rhymes, bro, that's what you decide

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade