This is a song about "Saturn rings"

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Daunting sings, flaunting things like the golden rings,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

My team getting digits

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Theyre called chains and rings

When you spill out hits