This is a song about "My s chain"

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Time after time, again and again

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Translation cause my life is too sweet