This is a song about "Money whips and chains"

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Gold chains, watches and more,

Lower than my credit score

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

He just get her bigger bags