This is a song about "It s options"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

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

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process