This is a song about "Chains and bitches"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

I felt like non-fame and game were chains, shackled me,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,