This is a song about "Chicago gangs"

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

That's that chicago lingo

I'm rolling down the window

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly