Gold chains i dont wear it..hate i dont hear it..//
but in my ice..im on *lock* like people in bad marraiges//
my cabbage is plentyful...more green that crop circles..//
i luv da doe but family matter and i aint talkin botu steve urkel..//
i'll split ya weekends...wit more millions den regis//
My chains'll give you a kiss *goodbye* to show dat ur *link's da weakest*//