This is a song about "Pick and choose"

Guess i had less to choose and most i've lost already

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And for those who choose to abuse

Busy raising babies and living on tour

We can improve lives or choose to just fake and sure,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

They pick on him and step on him

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

I put that nigga in his casket

I'm about to pick up the world and shake it