This is a song about "Food chains"

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

No gimmick: real time, real heart

I’d be buying her chains

For the occasion, paper planes

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

But this snake is loose from the zoo, not in chains

Or talking ’bout my chains

High: that's why they call us planes

That kept our motherland in chains

I like my girls skinny with brains

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

And in this game you the gators' food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute