This is a song about "Breaking free of my chains"

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

My life is in between the rhymes making a statement breaking free

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

It gets my blood flowing, the feeling of free

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Secret society all we ask is trust

Of breaking through this shit, i must

High: that's why they call us planes

Or talking ’bout my chains