This is a song about "Making good choices"

But than my dad started to make some choices

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

These new voices started making more than just a few choices

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

In my life i've made a million different choices

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Am i the only one that makes weird choices?

While im in the making

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Rawest practice and making

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Unaware that energies making choices to our eyes are hidden