This is a song about "I dont really sweat with chains on my nec"

Their cents i dont really give a dam

You gotta understand man

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Sometimes i dont show my emotions cause they've been toyed with

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

Since i laid my eyes on you, i really knew/

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

Thanks but i dont really need your diagnosis

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus