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

I’d be buying her chains

One verse is all it takes

While working on my mistakes

A skinny asian who wears chains

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

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

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

You a pimple on the back of rap, with snap backs stacked like the gats i pack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Spiritual, fool's gold

Is a space that now you hold