This is a song about "No options"

And her smile lit up the room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters

I refuse to be another being on this earth

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

No conscience, no need for resilience

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets