This is a song about "Chance"

How the fuk could they have a chance

She do it with no hands

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Man i challenged you thinking i had a chance

If i don't make that man there dance

I miss your hand, give me one chance

Succeeding no chance of grieving

I was born to do the damn thing

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Too late you had your'e chance

But i’m praying in advance

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance