This is a song about "My neck"

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Jesus piece around my neck

Is not far from white girls with big bread

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

No sign of you anywhere, i felt a pain in my neck

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red