This is a song about "Chains and niggas"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

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