This is a song about "The chosen one"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

Baby im in the zone

Choked the one on the throne

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

We are the chosen ones and it's time for our exodus/

One day ill hit the charts, be top ranked, number one

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

So who gonna step up to the plate now? are you the chosen one?

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My path is tight 'n chosen, the fabric of life firmly woven

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Showman, the snowman,was awoken and chosen