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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Eminem hop tech n9ne and pac

? all white but the phantom is all black

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes