This is a song about "Chicago style pizz"

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Finally finna find a child's style

And i ain't got what it takes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

I know you like my style

It's real dog, i live in the fire