This is a song about "Chicago bulls"

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

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

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

That's that chicago lingo

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat