This is a song about "Crabs and chains"

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

And i don't need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

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

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

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Puts chains all over your heart and treats you like a slave of many