This is a song about "Pick and choose"

Prick, that's why you choose an pick on low levels like a dick in a pussy that's too loose

Anybody who talk shit i getting sliced up. so iif u see me on cbs news

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And it feels like i gotta choose

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Win or lose, i always choose myself and place a bid

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Pick me over him and i promise there's no regrets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live