This is a song about "No options"

No, no, we are not those

Live from the lamont's rose

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

But only in my dreams cause it seems that's where all my options is

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

My options, let him roll, bleed, or die is my object.. if

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

And california on that jerk shit

Two options, you dream it or you make it

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

No affiliation

Oh-kay, here's the situation

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

So many options to be weighed as i continue on with this crusade.