This is a song about "Dimonds and gold chains"

I mean of course just the same old

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

But now invisible cells around your brain

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

3m's on my new balance

Theyre called chains and rings

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

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

Yeah hail mary full of grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold