This is a song about "Chain hang low"

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I'mma do this fast or slow

I be, creeping lower than low

No more amore, i refuse to force you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

As i light one for ill will

No budget but my chain is ill

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Are you coming?to the point that your running

Look it something they can't ever see

To chain the internal beast inside me

They hold it down like a ball and chain

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain