This is a song about "Weed chains biatch"

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

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Y’all never escape your past, it’s just hope but keeping the chains

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I wanna grab your wrists and strain some chains

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

For the occasion, paper planes

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

I like my girls skinny with brains

Or talking ’bout my chains

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

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