This is a song about "Losing your chance"

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I work perfect combinations, a high chance i'm your favorite,

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Instead you just cruise through your life, without even giving yourself a chance,

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

You had your chance, whore, and now you lost it

You're very attractive, and notice that

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Constitution, they hurt after losing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king