This is a song about "Silver and gold chains"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yeah im rocken gold/ nikka u rocked silver/ ull never get thant shit/ kuz yo life is bitter/

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes