This is a song about "Good choices"

But than my dad started to make some choices

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I make female rappers look good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Unaware that energies making choices to our eyes are hidden

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one