This is a song about "Stance chance"

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I already blown my chance

The purple ones if you got chance

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

How the fuk could they have a chance

Stupid ass nigga shouldn't step out his stance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

From an african american stance

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

No monopoly type flow, no chance