This is a song about "Russian chain"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

To chain the internal beast inside me

Tried to yank my chain now your missing a tooth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

But i don't know no hood nigga that's a chemist

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

The funny thing about, that fresh ass platinum, chain you bought

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

No budget but my chain is ill

As i light one for ill will