This is a song about "3 chains"

I like my girls skinny with brains

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

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

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

Gold chains, watches and more,

Up in my new two door

These chains wrapped around my feet,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Got me thinking you 2 chains

For the occasion, paper planes

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

And you can tell everyone

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains