This is a song about "12 chain"

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

So i took my chain and walk outside

I'm activated by the moves your making

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

You reply to a beef it starts a new chain reaction

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

They hold it down like a ball and chain

Time after time, again and again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane