This is a song about "Chicago savages"

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

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

They claim it as their own, africa

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

I just call it …remember all the dough

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

And i ain't got what it takes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

That's that chicago lingo

Call me whatever joe