This is a song about "Food chain"

No budget but my chain is ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

How they say that we not working

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

To chain the internal beast inside me

Bought a brand new car for my after party