This is a song about "Stupid decisions"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Stupid decisions lead to arguments and letting you go was my biggest regret

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

So as i reminisce and make decisions

Ive had rough times made bad decisions

So here i am at the store for some chips

People make split decisions to wake another day

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Life's about decisions man

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

She likes the way it hits her lips

Making unfair grown up decisions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Walk into a prison, walk out with new decisions,