This is a song about "Chains"

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

It’s something that’s in your veins

Gold chains, watches and more,

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Got me thinking you 2 chains

High: that's why they call us planes

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

And i ain't got what it takes

A skinny asian who wears chains