This is a song about "Chains i"

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

A skinny asian who wears chains

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

These chains are restraints from this cage that i hate,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Frozen icicles, i popped locked chains, stole the bicycles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

For the occasion, paper planes

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I felt like non-fame and game were chains, shackled me,

While working on my mistakes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

'cuz i remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,