This is a song about "Selection"

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

"look at our selection we have a few"

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

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

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

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Rap is my obsession got rhymes by the selection