This is a song about "Electron transport chain"

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

But it's over, i'm jetting away to transport to a splendid bliss

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

So i took my chain and walk outside

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane