This is a song about "Snatch your chain"

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Malia family, we the family

To chain the internal beast inside me

But we still real brothers

Imma snatch yo girl purse

I'm pushing it for the corner

Took the van, went snatch her

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

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

Used to be able to just snatch em all up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain