This is a song about "Gold chain swing"

Well rick james, maury jane

They hold it down like a ball and chain

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

No swing and a miss shit,

Bet i'm heavy with that

Is a space that now you hold

But like the diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

Spiritual, fool's gold

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

The truth shall be told