This is a song about "Chicago shit man"

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

They be like damn

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

I want this shit forever, man

Yeah, the kid in this thang

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Shit man that shit will hurt fuck it imma live instead

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Wow, man i cannot plan this shit

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,