This is a song about "Ashtabula ohio"

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Man but this ain't no sign language

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Turning to ground zero

That's that chicago lingo

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Is written in our souls, africa