This is a song about "Chains and girls"

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Theyre called chains and rings

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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