This is a song about "Chance"

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

Girl, you got me in a trance

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

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

We believed in you

You had your chance, and 'kid too

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I already blown my chance

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery" cause there is no chance,