This is a song about "Chicago foreign carz"

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

All my bitches be foreign

Atl was tipping them

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

We ain't playing no fucking games

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

You in the past me and future on the same watch

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks