This is a song about "The chosen one"

Shut the fuck up all those critics, because we've chosen to speak,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Rappers pose like actors so i'm chosen as the victor then

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

You told me god was the answer

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

After the club, gettin you open

Says he's looking for the right one

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Preaching to the chosen few of armageddon

But theres bad ones too that have been chosen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Got to the end of the tunnel

Im the one waring the mussel,

One on one and i'm the remainder!

See, she would complained of the tested nature