This is a song about "Chicago people getting kiled"

Throwing rocks at people getting stoned like jesus

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

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

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

People getting shot because they're rockin' the wrong color,i don't stutter

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions