This is a song about "Gold chains and watches"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

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

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax