This is a song about "Chicago cubs"

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

Is written in our souls, africa

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

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

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Trying to give them light and a message