This is a song about "Chicago bulls"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

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

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons