This is a song about "Silver chain and jordans"

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Silver and demaz, does that ring a bell?

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

(silver spoon anyone?)

Catch you up on places i've been