This is a song about "Chicago shit man"

Right here, its grown man shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Wow, man i cannot plan this shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

I dont give a shit man

Gambling, gambling, oh shit there's ya man again

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Man i must be honestly fucked, shit

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

I hear you talking all that fucking shit man,

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence