This is a song about "She choose to leave"

But i ain't get to see you today

If you choose to walk away

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Did you choose to have parents?

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

I choose you to be the one, who's music i'll listen to

She answers and we leave like we were meant to be, than we hop into my ride a drive away slowly,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose

Never had a drop, but what have i to lose, i still have the opportunity to choose,

Choose to entertain himself with,

Crazy talking and foolish