This is a song about "Icey chains"

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Wisdom is great, but i feel like i'm stuck in chains.

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Last of a dying breed

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Or talking ’bout my chains

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

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

Gold chains, watches and more,

Some old bitch that we did before