This is a song about "Money skateboarding chain"

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

But now invisible cells around your brain

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain