This is a song about "Chicago s"

Now move a little bit to the left

S on my chest like a superman vest

Where i from, it get cold

S queezys very bold

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

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

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done