This is a song about "Neck chains"

Got me thinking you 2 chains

I know what it takes

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

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

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Or talking ’bout my chains

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

Head so big i got a crooked neck

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

It’s something that’s in your veins

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

Theyre called chains and rings

Now, nigga, it’s the prince