This is a song about "Golden chains"

Theyre called chains and rings

While scheming on hits

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Money runs like a golden river

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You'll find golden things like a miner

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

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

High: that's why they call us planes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

I promise to keep it honest

I'm responding with some golden ink,

The former, position of a pimp

My life seems fuller, golden, somehow enriched