This is a song about "Gold chains"

Theyre called chains and rings

Got a nigga seein things

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

That kept our motherland in chains

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

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

But this snake is loose from the zoo, not in chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You gotta go all day for that gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed