This is a song about "Chicago bulls suck"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

That's that chicago lingo

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

So lucifer can suck it

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Bitches ima suck seed

What do i really need

I already know you suck

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck