This is a song about "Chicago bulls"

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

Is written in our souls, africa

But assholes like me don't take babble shit, i bat bulls

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Fuck a three peat / only lakers and bulls were the ones to complete

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

People love hodgy i hate you though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats