This is a song about "Chicago bears"

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

My motto is: chicago, bitch

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route