This is a song about "Chicago s"

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

They vaguely decipher my language

My motto is: chicago, bitch

S queezys very bold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Clap two times if you drunk

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll