This is a song about "Gold chain swing"

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Scene set with me on the swing sets

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Get off the stage sometimes you just swing

Down in miami, with a super ho team

The pendulum swing it's not a dream