This is a song about "Popping veins"

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

6 popping 5 dropping

But he don't rule a thing

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,

While working on my mistakes

Breathe. sense. i can feel it in my veins

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

Thing popping like a thing of wine. i meant the only

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Poison in our veins

And today we're still in chains

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins