This is a song about "Chicago cubs"

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Our nation have to bow, africa