This is a song about "Chance"

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

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

The purple ones if you got chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

But i'm only going to get this one chance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

I already blown my chance

Girl, you got me in a trance

But more importantly taught me to pray

Any chance of a life is thrown away,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Man i challenged you thinking i had a chance

Fearing imma miss my chance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands