This is a song about "Chains and bitches"

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

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I ain't about my chains and shined wheels, or those blind grills,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes