This is a song about "Chance"

Lend a voice to the ones that are don't have the chance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Fearing imma miss my chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

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

Playin' hide and seek, you ain't got no chance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

If i wanna be known i gotta take this chance.

Any chance of a life is thrown away,

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Man i challenged you thinking i had a chance