This is a song about "Chicago 600 gang"

They bringing me fish and chips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Why are you talking about your gang

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Cold, my style making my nose run

Of the rebel gang captain