This is a song about "Great chain of beings"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'm sure that lucifer, randy, and great won't get sick of me,

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

The sight of great makes you cower in shame and get on a wagon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I thought that we could make great days ahead of us