This is a song about "Making good choices"

Choices, just noises i'd best surmise fully, staying in this caste won't suffice for me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Choices make it pointless haunted things in my bed,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

But than my dad started to make some choices

Don't want to be the king

I’m a star in the making

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

Hope you make the right choices and stay committed

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

While im in the making

You know what i'm saying