This is a song about "Gettin a girl to give you a chance"

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

You need to take a chance to conquer your fear

Damn girl, you give me writer's block, i'm at a loss for words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Ready to give it a second chance, even brought your wheelchair

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

I won't give you another chance, battle me when you can come up with a rhyme,

But mitchy you should give me another chance

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

But you need to keep believing or there's a chance that you might leap.

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

A chance to enter my first cypher