This is a song about "Money hood chains whips"

I know what it takes

I’d be buying her chains

But now your under a hood

She got that good good

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

While working on my mistakes

That kept our motherland in chains

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

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

And you ain't gotta go to war

Gold chains, watches and more,