This is a song about "Chain hang low"

Hang up the telephone

So i guess you think you grown

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

To chain the internal beast inside me

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

I don't want it on my back