This is a song about "Chicago bulls suck"

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

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

Back up on my fly shit

So lucifer can suck it

She only want to suck

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll