This is a song about "Whips and chains"

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

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

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I ain't about my chains and shined wheels, or those blind grills,