This is a song about "Toronto in chains"

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

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

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

I'd rather be in chains as i taste the flavour of the tub,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

It’s something that’s in your veins

That kept our motherland in chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains