This is a song about "Money chains iced out watches proving people wrong"

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Out life by someone who you is certain is always wrong?

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And of course, my car's off course

People taking my money because

Good people search them out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud