This is a song about "Pick and choose"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They pick on him and step on him

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Pick a beat and let emotions go,

My niggas is winning though

Cause ima keep dissin and thats something that i choose

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Suicide is do or die and id rather choose the latter/

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

And this is the path i choose to walk

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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