This is a song about "Chicago trip"

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Now i'ma trip with only one clip

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

You don't mean that, you faggot

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

And i made it with that dope flow

But see i planned a trip

So i banged for a minute

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain