This is a song about "Yo choices"

You haven't flowered loco

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Am i the only one that makes weird choices?

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Yo yo yo yo once again rapmonster i'm in my cave come in and i'll put you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And she gives them a blow

Check the fucking facts yo

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

These new voices started making more than just a few choices

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

But than my dad started to make some choices