This is a song about "Chain letters"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

I wish i’ll never see you again

Tried perfecting my letters n

Let's have a toast for this new love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Tried perfecting my letters n