This is a song about "Chi"

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

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

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Chi town represent shout to the nigga sosa

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid