This is a song about "Money hood chains whips"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

For the occasion, paper planes

Got me thinking you 2 chains

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

It’s something that’s in your veins

Or talking ’bout my chains

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

The next day you is everybody target

I’d be buying her chains

High: that's why they call us planes

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood