This is a song about "Snatching chains"

That kept our motherland in chains

While working on my mistakes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Theyre called chains and rings

Soon as the stooly sings

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Uttermost inside rotted, chains locked

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains