This is a song about "Toronto in chains"

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

I want the diamonds and the chains and hoes in abundance,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Little more weed, first class seats

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,