This is a song about "Selection"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

"look at our selection we have a few"

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Rap is my obsession got rhymes by the selection