This is a song about "Options"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Two options, you dream it or you make it

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm out of options without a pause i tell caution to the entourage

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

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

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters