This is a song about "Gold chain nigga"

The truth shall be told

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

To chain the internal beast inside me

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I'll never call you bitch again

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain