This is a song about "Selection"

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

"look at our selection we have a few"

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

I'm not the type to threaten your making the selection

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

This selection ain't a question, only fair for me to tell the truth

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

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Rap is my obsession got rhymes by the selection

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