This is a song about "Chicago gangs"

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

It’s something that’s in your veins

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance