This is a song about "I chose death before dishonor"

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Nobody knows my strife i never chose my life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

And i could see you coming home after work late

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Gladly i chose to rhyme/and closed the line

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I pray to god that he saves me from the life that i chose

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

I fear not death before its my time i'm liquid cyanide,

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

To dishonor the modern day slavery