This is a song about "Chance thomas morris"

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Never had a chance to try

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And all she wants is to dance

How the fuk could they have a chance

But i'm only going to get this one chance

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

Succeeding no chance of grieving

But he don't rule a thing

But i’m praying in advance

I miss your hand, give me one chance

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/