This is a song about "Gold chains and murder"

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

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