This is a song about "Money and chains and whips and tech"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I want the diamonds and the chains and hoes in abundance,

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

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

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

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

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

Fuck chains and whips, crazy shit really don't break us,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

I got no nine and a tech see, just these rhymes that i've written

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one