This is a song about "Chain"

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

No budget but my chain is ill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

To chain the internal beast inside me

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

So i took my chain and walk outside

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like