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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

The diamonds and the chains, closet of sheep coats,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

A few hackers could destroy us, we all rely on tech and,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

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

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous