This is a song about "Gold chains snap backs money"

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

I’d be buying her chains

I know what it takes

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Snap-backs, battleaxe, life is great perhaps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

When my backs against the wall

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw