This is a song about "Wrapped you chains and die"

Till you get fed up and wanna die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

You can die loved or live and be hated

This rap will leave you wrapped like a mummy in a tomb

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

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