This is a song about "Chicago blackhawks"

No, just put us on death row

That's that chicago lingo

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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