This is a song about "Chicago gangs"

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

But i let off everything i have

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

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

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,