This is a song about "Food chains"

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

For the occasion, paper planes

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Theyre called chains and rings

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

And in this game you the gators' food

Banging out niggas with attitude

These chains wrapped around my feet,

If he does my soul to keep

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food