This is a song about "Dimonds and gold chains"

And all she wants is to dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

3m's on my new balance

Theyre called chains and rings

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

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

For the occasion, paper planes

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max