This is a song about "Chicago bull"

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

My motto is: chicago, bitch

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

If i'm athiest, i'm athiest, so please stop imposing bull.

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Guess what i can bull too even though i've even rider one

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves