This is a song about "Silver chain and jordans"

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

The jiggas and the tips

No dark clouds, just silver linings

They had a hell of a run

(silver spoon anyone?)

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

And served it to the public on a silver platter

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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