This is a song about "Chicago savage shit"

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

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

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

You fuck around wit a real savage

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

These lines are inscripted the picture image of me is pure savage

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

The savage with the statics

Look, i tried to call it quits