This is a song about "Chainz gold ma nigga"

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

This aint no 2 chainz, true facts no lie

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Ma nigga be wise, open your eyes, see the unexpected be disguised from the pits of the sky

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold