This is a song about "Icey chain on my neck"

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I'm gon remember her, but still

No budget but my chain is ill

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.