This is a song about "The selection"

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

The holy war, the spiritual troops

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

"look at our selection we have a few"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

So fuck em' all

From the bench to the ball

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

Better or worse, the center of attention

Bring the keys, oh my god

Release the song, cash the lot

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And there's never one decent mothafucking selection

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