This is a song about "Chance probability"

Gimme a chance to pick myself

If you can't look up at yourself

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

If i wanna be known i gotta take this chance.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Succeeding no chance of grieving

And my wish is to have everything

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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

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

Just in a single glance, not given a chance.

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Too late you had your'e chance