This is a song about "Chance underwood"

Man i challenged you thinking i had a chance

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

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

You can see with your fans

She told me erything is real

That she never got the chance here

Then i told myself here is my chance

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Succeeding no chance of grieving

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Never had a chance to try

We was high school peers, in junior high