This is a song about "Chicago shit"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Shit i could spit shit about anything,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

But this ordinary shit

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

There's rules to this shit

And i must admit

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit