This is a song about "Chains on fleek"

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

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

Got me thinking you 2 chains

High: that's why they call us planes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Y’all never escape your past, it’s just hope but keeping the chains

You see i gotta go to war

Gold chains, watches and more,

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Last of a dying breed