This is a song about "My chain"

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

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

So i took my chain and walk outside

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose