This is a song about "Chain"

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Shine brighter than the chain of the strike fighter

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

#run #that #base, i #fed #her #lines like #k with a double #chain,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.