This is a song about "Selection"

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

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

You're my reflection and all i see is you

"look at our selection we have a few"

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

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Rap is my obsession got rhymes by the selection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection