This is a song about "Chance murray"

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

But mitchy you should give me another chance

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

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

Know it good when she go no hands

But i’m praying in advance

Then i told myself here is my chance

Fearing imma miss my chance

Man it’s the killer tracks

She say she love me more than anything

Succeeding no chance of grieving

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

No monopoly type flow, no chance

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands