This is a song about "My chains"

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

And my bank account look just like a phone card

That kept our motherland in chains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

People who were mean to me, my slave, in chains, admitting they were clowns

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

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains