This is a song about "Decide"

But there's nothing else inside

But the guide seemed decide

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

I tell no lie, listen to the beat which i decide

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Am i coming or going? i can barely decide

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

It’s tougher to decide your next move

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide