This is a song about "Hoes clothes chains and blow"

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

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

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes