This is a song about "Gold chains and watches"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

Gold chains, watches and more,

Or something that you paid for

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,