This is a song about "Chicago life"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

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,

Ma want me to go find a wife

Victims of that thug life

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

We arent just against life

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I write about your part in my life life life

Life, i just want to see my wife again. so, life, life, life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies