This is a song about "Yo choices"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

These new voices started making more than just a few choices

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Psyched up hearing voices i ain't schizophrenic devils advocate influencing choices

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Choices, just noises i'd best surmise fully, staying in this caste won't suffice for me

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

I got two choices throw it out the window or

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Royals foil the choices of pawns, im annoyed with their laws- the ghetto's a prison

Yo yo, hop into my mercedes

As much as i wanna leave

Shades: lv was a little dough

Me and red raider, yo, go in, yo....