This is a song about "Chicago gangs"

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

But i let off everything i have

We ain't playing no fucking games

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

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

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago