This is a song about "Nateral selection"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

"look at our selection we have a few"

I'm not the type to threaten your making the selection

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

This selection ain't a question, only fair for me to tell the truth

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Rap is my obsession got rhymes by the selection

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win