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

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

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

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Where that shit on my neck lick a pendant

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Hands so ruff on her neck there blistering

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king