This is a song about "Russian chain"

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,