This is a song about "Sweet chance"

Then i told myself here is my chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But mitchy you should give me another chance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

African queen got what you need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

My exs all bitter because im living sweet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Ha-ha, you ain't got no chance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Fearing imma miss my chance

They just wanna dance