This is a song about "My s chain"

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

No budget but my chain is ill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain