This is a song about "Chicago savage shit"

Trip, and then you never snitch

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Trying to give them light and a message

Too savage, i gurgle acid

Well, i can handle that

You fuck around wit a real savage

Never agree with that message

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

You see me acting like a savage,

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions