This is a song about "My chains"

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

You snap my chains and free my mind from its enslavement

While working on my mistakes

I’d be buying her chains

Or talking ’bout my chains

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

And i ain't got what it takes

That kept our motherland in chains

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes