This is a song about "Chicago ball life"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

Ball hard and we dont flop

Your chick said i'm hot

Now we must stand tall

From the bench to the ball

Imma ball till i drop

So get them ends hot

My motto is: chicago, bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

You got that indie glow

That's that chicago lingo

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow