This is a song about "Make him choce"

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Make ya wanna put him, on the transplant list

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Never underestimate make faces or step to him

And chickie's never loved him

Oh, you look like my next victim

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Make him listen to what i have to say

Hmmm where should i begin

In fact it was fuck him

At times they make him not want to stay

But more importantly taught me to pray

Youssef dont forgive him

She all on my skin

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day