This is a song about "Chi chi"

With a chi chi,i got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

This is everything that we call hype

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

From chi-town i know that hip-hop was never out.

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Chi town represent shout to the nigga sosa

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Only if you come to chi and if you join my team,