This is a song about "Chicago s"

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

Everybody finger point in your direction

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

S on my chest like a superman vest

Our children must be taught, of africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!