This is a song about "Options"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

The only range of options for me is to be a rapper or athlete,

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Cuz if i stay, you won't back me up. so i'm outta options,