This is a song about "Chicago cubs"

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Yeah, we get this cabbage

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Turning to ground zero

That's that chicago lingo