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

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

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

The long road to success is dangerous

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

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow