This is a song about "Decide"

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Am i coming or going? i can barely decide

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

This battle will decide your fate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Roller, can't decide which way to roll over/

And there's little to be glad for

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

So take this advice and then decide if im fake,

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete