This is a song about "Chain of infection"

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

I see you wack-ass rappers as a blight, infection/

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Champagne no chain no diamonds

My nigga, its all love

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame