This is a song about "Decide"

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

And get up and decidedly decide to speak,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Until you decide to leave

Don't think before i speak words decide to roll off

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Am i coming or going? i can barely decide

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