This is a song about "Chance berg"

Hey just wait for me to slope 'n' miss out the chance

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

The purple ones if you got chance

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

Then i told myself here is my chance

How the fuk could they have a chance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

For setting up traps

Too late you had your'e chance

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Had a chance, now look at the mess

Ghost in the hook so real

That she never got the chance here