This is a song about "Chain"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Shine brighter than the chain of the strike fighter

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Then it was like a chain reaction of getting banged up

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

You reply to a beef it starts a new chain reaction

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

To chain the internal beast inside me

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

They hold it down like a ball and chain