This is a song about "Hidden markov chains"

Not king james, these were coke kings

Theyre called chains and rings

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hidden in the mist, readin pac like the bible

Hidden behind the screens

All that ass in your jeans

Gold chains, watches and more,

And you ain't gotta go to war

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

For the occasion, paper planes

You cause you remain hidden

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see