This is a song about "Chains and niggas"

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

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

I want the diamonds and the chains and hoes in abundance,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

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

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

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

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame