This is a song about "Food chains"

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I’d be buying her chains

And i ain't got what it takes

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

That's what rains for

Gold chains, watches and more,

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

Cause my mother let me do what i want

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Roll you up and let it run through my veins