This is a song about "Gotta get a chance"

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Just in a single glance, not given a chance.

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Never had a chance to try

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

But like is a puzzle. you gotta get the right piece

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

But i'm only going to get this one chance

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Last chance you gotta mend your ways 'fore i send you away into lifeless.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love