This is a song about "The choice is yours"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Or maybe the right choice you'd make

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

So i wanna see what kinda fucked up shit is in yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

They gave me a choice so i took the red pill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

What up girl, tell me how you been

And yours is just about to start tumblin,

Yours are the memoirs of a geisha.

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Id do it all again if given the choice.

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

My raps is better then yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours