This is a song about "Chance underwood"

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

For setting up traps

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

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

And she gon let it loose, hey

Any chance of a life is thrown away,

Fearing imma miss my chance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

But i’m praying in advance

The purple ones if you got chance

Too late you had your'e chance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax