This is a song about "Chance"

Too late you had your'e chance

They just wanna dance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

But mitchy you should give me another chance

Hey just wait for me to slope 'n' miss out the chance

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Gimme a chance to pick myself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Lend a voice to the ones that are don't have the chance

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands