This is a song about "Options"

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

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

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

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Getting me back, i got other options, plenty of fish in the sea/

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Its differs, with options, killing of his dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans