This is a song about "Silver and gold chains"

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I mean of course just the same old

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

And served it to the public on a silver platter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But he keeps it real for the gold and through the chains,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins