This is a song about "Each his team rings and bitches"

That going through some things

Theyre called chains and rings

And smile at each other's eyes

What we gotta do to survive

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And punches thrown with metal rings

Kick back and know yo son set

Bitches on his dick [deck]

And each one vividly

I'm a baller, literally

Hold it..now thank you for silence

On the road to riches and diamond rings

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Told you bitches each last week, it's a fact

I need y'all to quit bickering and keep ya head up and pick a team,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream