This is a song about "Golf chain"

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

You reply to a beef it starts a new chain reaction

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

No budget but my chain is ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Always knew where the pot was

And only one silver chain to be flashing.

And my only fear's a wedding ring