This is a song about "2 chains"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

I've already had two chains snatched off me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

A skinny asian who wears chains

It’s something that’s in your veins

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I’d be buying her chains

Blow trees like a hurricane

Or talking ’bout my chains

I like my girls skinny with brains