This is a song about "Gold chains and watches"

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

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

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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