This is a song about "Gold chains and watches"

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Turn money into diamonds and gold

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

She just sit there and watches as the blood drips

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and