This is a song about "12 chain"

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

But i gotta make sure i’m right

So i took my chain and walk outside

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

#run #that #base, i #fed #her #lines like #k with a double #chain,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth