This is a song about "Good choices"

These new voices started making more than just a few choices

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

1st class on him, choices were so disgusting!

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And i could see you coming home after work late

I'm rethinkin the choices i've made

Choices, just noises i'd best surmise fully, staying in this caste won't suffice for me

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

This information is vital, look

Or maybe i'm just too good

Am i the only one that makes weird choices?

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I got two choices throw it out the window or

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for