This is a song about "Markov chains"

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

These chains wrapped around my feet,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Or talking ’bout my chains

I know what it takes

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

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