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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Hands so ruff on her neck there blistering

Lies, tangled with fiction

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

No sign of you anywhere, i felt a pain in my neck

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Lady at the frank stand will

No budget but my chain is ill

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook