This is a song about "Chicago ball life"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Her legs can't close like the four door hinge bronco

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

Schools out, its time to ball.

Now we must stand tall

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

This the chicago school, fool, best i show a little bit of style

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

We ain't playing no fucking games