This is a song about "Chicago bulls team4"

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

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

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

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

And i ain't got what it takes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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