This is a song about "Chance"

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

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

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

I just play my part make moves like chess

Had a chance, now look at the mess

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

But i'm only going to get this one chance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

If i wanna be known i gotta take this chance.

Succeeding no chance of grieving

Questioning the whole meaning

Fearing imma miss my chance

Girl, you got me in a trance