This is a song about "Food chain"

No budget but my chain is ill

Lady at the frank stand will

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

To chain the internal beast inside me

Ha - so gifted, do it truly