This is a song about "It s options"

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

So many options to be weighed as i continue on with this crusade.

S queezys very bold

But for long time i had gone cold

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The only range of options for me is to be a rapper or athlete,

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet