This is a song about "Chains and niggas"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

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

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

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Gold chains, watches and more,

That's just the beginning of war

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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