This is a song about "Black and yellow chain"

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

From where gorillas territorial for inches

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Let me tell what it was like, the shoe, it was nice and yellow too

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.