This is a song about "Hidden markov chains"

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

Unaware that energies making choices to our eyes are hidden

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

I see the cobras that's spitting, in the grass that hidden

One verse is all it takes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

For the occasion, paper planes

That kept our motherland in chains

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

And inside they think rap's soft

Got me thinking you 2 chains

I like my girls skinny with brains

Top ranked, number one my son

Dare i mention where i'm hidden