This is a song about "Two gold chains"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Flow is razor sharp, hope to cut the chains,

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

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

Gold chains, watches and more,

What is hittin' for

You into bondage slut? i see bruises, looks like they're from chains/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

For the occasion, paper planes

That kept our motherland in chains

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

It’s something that’s in your veins

I’d be buying her chains