This is a song about "Making decisions"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

How could i lose, when the youth's decisions are clues,

I never fit in with them light skins

Ive had rough times made bad decisions

So as i reminisce and make decisions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

All green nigga pick six

Making them fucked up decisions

People make split decisions to wake another day

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Own decisions either

Took the van, went snatch her

It all just goes south 'till they make these bad decisions,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,