This is a song about "Making decisions"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

People make split decisions to wake another day

Settin different assets, objectives, change your bad decisions,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

So as i reminisce and make decisions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Decisions are to be made

Give me dome, then let me skate

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

So here i am at the store for some chips

Making decisions just to see reactions.