This is a song about "Chance a kid"

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

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

You had your chance, and 'kid too

Streets is calling you

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Of a kid with no exuberance

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Never had a chance to try

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Never leave em a small chance, even if they flip a dime

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Just in a single glance, not given a chance.

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

I don't stand a chance or even remotely put up a fight."