This is a song about "My chains"

I like my girls skinny with brains

A skinny asian who wears chains

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

Hope all over again, we can start

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

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

High: that's why they call us planes

Or talking ’bout my chains

For the occasion, paper planes

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All of my chains got it lookin sunny

Gold chains, watches and more,

Summer time, different shore