This is a song about "Gold chains"

I like my girls skinny with brains

That kept our motherland in chains

But like the diamonds and gold

All this paper i fold

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

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

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

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

Theyre called chains and rings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,