This is a song about "My chain"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

Rainbow chain on my necklace look like a pot of gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame