This is a song about "Henry chance hakeem"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Too late you had your'e chance

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

I already blown my chance

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

I think you and your friends

Gimme a chance to pick myself

I'm hoping i confess

Had a chance, now look at the mess

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Then i told myself here is my chance

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.