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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

For the occasion, paper planes

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

The art of war

Gold chains, watches and more,

The deepest of your feelings

Theyre called chains and rings